Rotten little scoundrels: they peed in the fur bed we made for them, almost as soon as they discovered it; I have claw marks all over my legs where they've scratched their way to my lap; one of them splattered hot soup all over me and himself, trying to find out what I was eating; my toes are constantly brutalized by their little fangs; my sweaters
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BUT, your music selection ROCKS! I haven't heard that song in forever.
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